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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409111" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Arctic Voyager</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Shall I desist, twice baffled? Once by land,<br>And once by sea, I fought and strove with storms,<br>All shades of danger, tides, and weary calms;<br>Head-currents, cold and famine, savage beasts,<br>And men more savage; all the while my face<br>Looked northward toward the pole; if mortal strength<br>Could have sustained me, I had never turned<br>Till I had seen the star which never sets<br>Freeze in the Arctic zenith. That I failed<br>To solve the mysteries of the ice-bound world,<br>Was not because I faltered in the quest.<br>Witness those pathless forests which conceal<br>The bones of perished comrades, that long march,<br>Blood-tracked o'er flint and snow, and one dread night<br>By Athabasca, when a cherished life<br>Flowed to give life to others. This, and worse,<br>I suffered -- let it pass -- it has not tamed<br>My spirit nor the faith which was my strength.<br>Despite of waning years, despite the world<br>Which doubts, the few who dare, I purpose now --<br>A purpose long and thoughtfully resolved,<br>Through all its grounds of reasonable hope --<br>To seek beyond the ice which guards the Pole,<br>A sea of open water; for I hold,<br>Not without proofs, that such a sea exists,<br>And may be reached, though since this earth was made<br>No keel hath ploughed it, and to mortal ear<br>No wind hath told its secrets. . . . With this tide<br>I sail; if all be well, this very moon<br>Shall see my ship beyond the southern cape<br>Of Greenland, and far up the bay through which,<br>With diamond spire and gorgeous pinnacle,<br>The fleets of winter pass to warmer seas.<br>Whether, my hardy shipmates! we shall reach<br>Our bourne, and come with tales of wonder back,<br>Or whether we shall lose the precious time,<br>Locked in thick ice, or whether some strange fate<br>Shall end us all, I know not; but I know<br>A lofty hope, if earnestly pursued,<br>Is its own crown, and never in this life<br>Is labor wholly fruitless. In this faith<br>I shall not count the chances -- sure that all<br>A prudent foresight asks we shall not want,<br>And all that bold and patient hearts can do<br>Ye will not leave undone. The rest is God's!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Timrod">Henry Timrod</a><div class=q>
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And once by sea, I fought and strove with storms,
All shades of danger, tides, and weary calms;
Head-currents, cold and famine, savage beasts,
And men more savage; all the while my face
Looked northward..."></div>
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